A House Of Night Novels & Stories

I stuttered out my sentence wiping my eyes as I couldn't believe what I was seeing. "Cages? Don't be ridiculous, Ms. Spitz. We're civilized. There is a safe area and then a restricted area. The area is designed based on the Norweigian prison system. It's one of the humane systems in the entire world, it's completely safe for everyone involved. I wonder . . . in your university environment you would never have been able to see a full mating drive? Alphas are restrained in society."

The light illuminated the space, full of old objects and stacked boxes. As she walked, a loose floorboard creaked beneath her feet. She bent down to see what it was and, with some effort, lifted the board. She found an old book, covered in dust, with a leather cover filled with drawings of supernatural creatures. Scarlett’s heart began to race; something about the book drew her in, as if it held secrets waiting to be discovered.

Any thoughts or wants to follow a certain character and dive into them? Below is a small glimpse into book two, I hope you enjoy it as much as I’ve enjoyed creating this mini world. —— glimpse to book. Two - wildwood: Veins of the earth. After Varethkaal is sealed, Clara and Ashani uncover evidence that WildWood was only one node in a network of ancient, sleeping powers. The roots of these dark entities—known to the Yanuwah as the Deep Ones—spread beneath ley lines and forgotten places. Now, something has begun to stir in the northwest, near a coastal town where strange weather, disappearances, and madness are creeping inland. Emily’s spirit lingers, tethered to the new node… and a child, bo

“The oldest House, founded by the Moon Goddess herself. A House built on the blood of the night and the moon….” He trails off, shaking his head in confusion. “But all the Houses are descended from the bloodline of the goddess herself,” I say. “That’s that the whole thing is, right? I’ve never even heard of that House before. It’s never been taught in our histories.” “Yeah,” August mutters, flipping the book over again. “Are we sure this isn’t some scrap book that some scribe decided to write fiction on?” Even though we’re seriously considering the possibility of that, even he knows it’s absurd the moment he said it.

She couldn’t even remember the last time they’d been to The House. The House was a place where people could indulge in any hedonistic fantasy. No judgment. No condemnation. Damon Roche, a very wealthy businessman, owned The House and he was very discerning when it came to membership. Hell, for all Karla knew their membership had expired or they’d been taken off the guest list since they hadn’t been in two years.

The number of available alternatives is fairly limited. I smashed my way through the ceiling and soared to incredible heights. Because it was so dark, I couldn't see much of what was going on inside. I was able to see the road because of the little lights emerging from below me, which I believe helped me do so. Because the home was spacious enough, just a few people were able to comfortably fit inside. When this happened, the assistant was only on three or four guards at a time. Then I walked out as soon as the lights were turned off, having waited the necessary time. When the doorbell rings, "Sir, the light in ma'am Yhra's chamber has been turned off. When we delivered the food, we didn't r

So the hill and the trees kept their time, and watched, and waited. And the man who’d brought the town back to life built a large house on the north end, a house that almost defied logic, huge and white and towering. Its upper windows glared at the hill but gazed benevolently down upon the creation of its owner—a productive, bustling paradise of workers. And from the hill, the daughter of three looked down at the dark-eyed princeling as he strolled about with sighs in his wake. She saw him, and she wanted him for her own.

She didn't even want to hear any apology from them since they couldn't trust her. The five sisters were sitting in the dining with their hands on the table, staring at each other, waiting for Freya to speak up. Tonight, there was a full moon, they could hear the howling of wolves from far distances. Lights struck the wooden floor from the half-opened window. Finally, Sabrina had forgotten about the whole thing that transpired between them. “Sabrina, Earnestine, Janeka, and Hayley Michael,” Freya said, glaring at them. “This is the House of Witches.” She continued.

A voice cackled in her head. Lily continued to take in the room. The room was quite large. Mahogany wood ran throughout, leading up to rich red walls. Bookcases were casually pressed against a few walls. It was practically a library. French doors led out to the balcony. In the center of the room was the bed she laid on. It was quite large, four pillars holding it together. Black satin sheets draped over the sides, a furry, wine colored blanket keeping her warm. There was another door, steam pouring out from the thin crack at the bottom. Lily assumed that was the bathroom.

He mumbled a little before turning on his side but did not awaken. She shook her head, How can you be Dusk and Duskin? How can you pretend to be such a dark child when you are so kindhearted? Although she desired the answer to the question, she figured that she would never obtain the answer. Nightide remained secretive about their past. Hae Mina shook her head as she ventured up the staircase then fell on her bed in a heap. Her brain was too exhausted to push her back into her dreaded nightmares and so she slept heavily and deeply.